And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【prelude】

Aurora was facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching her arms and looking at the light blue sky outside the window.With a big yawn and stretching combination, she woke up completely both mentally and physically.

Paris has been enjoying great weather lately.A sunny autumn day can easily put people in a good mood.

Early morning on Anting Street is the busiest time of the day.

The private carriages coming and going kept running, sending the mainstays of the Parisian financial industry to their places.Newsboys and peddlers, who were as punctual as the birds in the clock, appeared one after another on the streets.Unlike other streets and alleys, the vendors here are more neat and orderly than other places, whether it is clothing or speech.You will never hear the noisy hawking outside the room, and the sound in the morning just makes people feel lively.

An hour later, the number of carriages became scarce, and the vendors disappeared at the same time. The whole street remained silent until evening.

Aurora knocked on the glass, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily.

Last night, she was standing here, waving to a certain carriage on the side of the street before seeing him leave.

The girl looked at the two places with her own eyes, no matter how she looked at them, she felt miraculous—how did Francois see her wave goodbye through the window through such a long distance?

After thinking about it, she could only assume that the other party still maintained perfect eyesight, after all, she had never seen a trace of the pressure of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Aurora is really envious of being able to keep writing at night under the condition of candlelight lighting, without affecting her eyesight at all.After all, when she just looked into the distance, she found that she was a little blurred when looking at the buildings in the distance.

Speaking of which, he was found by Francois yesterday and sent home, and Aurora invited him to sit at home.The bloodshot eyes in his eyes clearly showed that he hadn't rested well.Pettit makes a special anti-fatigue tea that she has experienced first-hand and works really well.

Unexpectedly, when she only mentioned the name of the nanny, the young man immediately refused.Unnaturally, he explained to her that some elder should be holding a grudge against him, and that he should not show up tonight.

Mr. Francois resolutely refused to send anyone to the door. He watched her go home and only asked Aurora to wave to him at the window so that he could leave with peace of mind.

The carriage from yesterday seemed to have been parked on the side of the street for a long time...

Aurora stopped thinking about what happened last night, and turned back to sit by the piano.

The hustle and bustle outside the window is exiting, and she can also start the exclusive daily life of a pianist.

The major and minor scales let the ears enter the state first, and the arpeggios of both hands run on the keys in the morning to wake up the finger functions.Then he began to recite etudes that were impossible to forget long ago, maintaining various techniques, and finally ended on a random piece of music that appeared in Aurora's mind.

In order to get the first recommendation letter, there is still a protracted battle to be fought. After doing enough basic skills to contact, she extended the playing time of the music.

Aurora searched her memory, leaving aside romantic composers, looking for pieces suitable for expressing the characteristics of the piano among the many repertoires of the Baroque and classical eras.

There is no need to show off skills or be stunning, as long as it is suitable, it is about whether she can use the piano to knock on the closed door.

Suddenly, the scene of Francois comforting her with the recommendation letter last night flashed in Aurora's mind.

"Well, Aurora, don't pay too much attention to the recommendation letter... After all, Mozart has never been recognized by the Music Association in his life, and he still became a music master."

"Recently, you can take a look at Liszt - it's useless for him to have a letter of recommendation, isn't it because he was rejected by the Paris Conservatory of Music. Speaking of which, you all look like... all, crying all the way?"

Inadvertently, the fingers split on the keys.

A chord full of shame and indignation happened to hit the heavy pedal, amplifying and prolonging the girl's mood infinitely at the moment.

I didn't cry all the way, I didn't cry all the way.

François, you have no comfort at all!

Aurora wished she could go back to the past and wake herself up when she was next to someone—what was she thinking at the time, why did she just listen to Francois' words and didn't find any pitfalls?

Mozart and Liszt, can these two masters be used to comfort people?Are you sure it doesn't make you more desperate...

Bach's fugue.

The girl who realized it later slapped herself on the forehead.At that time, she seemed to be comforted by this not so much as comfort, but as moving or complaining... Oh God, which god gave her the courage to respond?

What a shame for François—

As a writer, he knows so much about musicians, and under such conditions, he can quickly and accurately find examples of material... Really, he is a professional writer.

The girl gritted her teeth, she wanted to seal everything yesterday into black history.

Absolutely, never again!

"If I do go this way... François, would you mind if I played the piano in public? Would--"

"No, Aurora. I can't wait for you to take my name with you."

Go with the name...

When sealing the memory, a certain dialogue ran out by itself.

Blush instantly covered the girl's cheeks.She withdrew her right hand that was supporting her forehead, let it return to its original position trembling, and ran again in the black and white forest.

Francois must have made a slip of the tongue, there is no other meaning, don't think too much!

Practice, practice, practice.

For letters of recommendation.

If Petit is proficient in music, she must be surprised: Why did Aurora play this etude suddenly speed up.

The employees of Pleyel Piano Store have been very helpless recently. They are depressed and sigh in the corner from time to time, as if they will be stripped of their uniforms in the next second and become unemployed wandering in Paris.

If the time can come back, they will not naively offer a sincere welcome to the lady who enters the store again.

I thought that the lady who spends a lot of money on the piano is tired of playing her own piano, so she must pick another one to go home when she comes to the piano store.But she didn't want to, she almost regarded coming here to play the piano as a job.

Of course, this is within reason.No piano store would refuse customers to play the piano in the store, especially this customer's piano skills are completely enjoyable.

At first, the luthiers in the store felt very at ease, listening to high-level piano solos every day, and occasionally communicating with the pianists, it couldn’t be better;

Furthermore, the violin salesman in the store also found it wonderful. Because of this lady, the number of people who came to watch the violins at Pleyel Violin Store has doubled recently—more than half of them were attracted by the sound of violins when they passed by the store.

Now, they all agree with one sentence: During an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

At first, the customers who came to the store to pick the piano would subconsciously skip the piano tester and go directly to the lady to play the music.The piano sellers were laughing at the piano player, but did not speak;

Next, when the young lady was helping people try the piano, she began to explain the piano to the guests, from the history of the piano to the materials for making the piano to the tips of choosing the piano, there was nothing she couldn’t say.The piano tester sneered at the piano seller, but didn't speak.

Now, all of them are facing unemployment crisis——

That godlike, omnipotent lady has made the clerks in Pleyel's piano shop useless.

"Miss, are you a beginner? Okay, if you want to stay with the piano for a long time...then you can use this piano. This piano belongs to the group with a heavy key feel among all the Pleyel. ——Oh, don’t worry, weight is relative, and your fingers can bear the weight. Beginners can use this piano, but they can exercise the strength of their fingers to strike the keys. "

"If I remember correctly, the configuration of this piano is also very high. The soundboard is a perfect piece of European spruce, with long-lasting resonance; the mahogany hammers are matched with finely combed wool felt, and the tone is solid and clean. I remember you said, miss I really like Bach's music, the timbre of this station is bright and gorgeous, it will be very interesting to play Bach."

The clerks watched helplessly as the lady brought the piano store back to the Baroque era with a piece of music again, and looked helplessly at the new customers who simply went to the counter to complete the order—it turns out that selling pianos is such an easy job.

They were fortunate that this young lady just came to the piano store to play the piano for entertainment, and she had no intention of working here.

……

Pleyel's office.

Camille once again heard the assistant talk about "the lady playing the piano downstairs".

At first, he didn't care about this "Chopin's fiancée".The businessman only thinks that Aurora is a pianist's curiosity, and pursues all pianos with brilliant timbres.Given her close relationship with a Polish guy, it would have been wise not to get involved with her without being formally introduced to her by a friend.

Until this magical female pianist, with her own power, the sales volume of pianos in his shop suddenly increased.

Unlike Chopin, who needs a lot of money to serve, this lady is more selfless than a god, and she only pays without asking for anything in return.

What a girl--

The businessman was only a little bit close to replacing the candidate for the piano angel in his heart.

Thinking of the picture of being threatened by the Poles for a "discount", Camille's inner sigh stopped abruptly.

Counting the time, Aurora has been in the piano shop for some time.It is not his way to do business like this.

"Go and ask the lady playing the piano downstairs, I think it's time to hear her thoughts."

Nothing is free in this world.

That young lady did not do good deeds every day.

Aurora happily let go of her mood on the piano, and even moved the jazz style that was born at the beginning of the next century to the keys.

She looked at a letter on the upper right side of the piano, and felt extremely happy.

After receiving the first letter of recommendation, she couldn't wait to tell François the good news.The young man's reply was short and quick, just for a while, and he mentioned by the way that he would bring a friend over.

A few words will only make Aurora more curious about what kind of person the other party is.

"Good day, miss. The piece you just played...was very, very interesting."

Listening to the sound alone is like being in the summer sun.Aurora turned around, and was immediately dazzled by the blond hair.

"Lee, Lee, Liszt?!"

The girl who was hit by great luck almost slipped from the piano bench, supporting the piano with one hand and the stool with the other, her voice trembling into small intermittent vibrato.

"Oh, is this recognized?"

The blond-haired pianist raised his handsome eyebrows, and bumped his friend's elbow cryptically, his words filled with Mozart's signature pauses.

"..."

The originally indifferent brown-haired young man's face darkened in an instant. He pretended to straighten his cuffs, and his heart was full of Beethoven's wild roar of his left hand.

Aurora, why—

Why do you recognize this guy at a glance?